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Sigh, grin. Sigh, grin.
It isn't the perfect way to experience a relationship, I know that now.
At the time, it was better then the alternative. That perhaps we weren't right together, and that truth was sinking slowing into me, I could feel it with every breath we shared, every touch and every blanket-wrestle at midnight.
I could feel it in me, like gangrene forcing itself at my heart, but I never thought of stopping it, because the only way to stop it was to cut it out, and that would hurt, and afterwards, how would I live, could I live, without a heart?
And sometimes, if you just watch the hurt work its way through your life, sometimes, sometimes it isn't so painful.
Coffee, notebooks and cigarettes was how it started. I laughed when I saw you, the ashes falling over your chin. Were you trying to make a story out of me, I asked, and you said yes, if you could, you promised, you'd write a whole series.
Well, I'm going now, so I want to know. Have you got your book now? Can you make a series? | 
